So this is an idea that just popped into my head recently. It is very much AU but will keep the elements of cannon such as horcruxes, prophecy, etc. Needless to say, James and Lily are very much alive in this story.

Please tell me what you think and whether I should continue this strand!

The Meeting that Changed it All

"My Lord," simpered Bellatrix, her heavily lidded eyes demure as she sat by his feet.

It was 1981, February, and the Death Eaters were gathered in the Riddle manor, their newest base. Voldemort sat in his regular throne, an elevated seat in the dining room. The Death Eaters of the highest caliber sat at the steps around him, and those of no value stood before him. The manor was decorated in dark greens and silvers, the best colors for the heir of Slytherin. He gazed upon his followers with lazy approval.

"My Lord," said Bellatrix reverently, her eyes caressing him with affection, "We await your words."

"Soon Bella, soon," he said, glancing at the clock in amusement. The second hand ticked by slowly, mocking those impatient followers amongst the crowd. Finally, it struck the twelve. The meeting had begun.

"Well, my lord?" asked Lucius with a glint of fire in his eyes. He was eager, just like the rest.

"Two days ago, I was in Berlin," began Voldemort, his high, cold voice filling the room, commanding the Death Eaters into reverent silence.

"I came across a sight that gave me an idea, an idea that seemed so very, interesting," said Voldemort, a smirk crossing his lips, as large gold cobra, Apep, slithered up his arm to rest on his shoulders. The snake was getting old, he'd need to get a new one.

"Yes my lord?" asked Rookwood, ever so ready to please.

"Tell me Lucius, you just had a son, as did you Nott, what wouldn't you do for them?" asked Voldemort suddenly, ignoring Rookwood, but smirking at his disappointment.

"Ah, anything my lord, and we hope to raise them to devote them to you," said Lucius. Voldemort noticed Lucius's fear evident in his eyes, and narrowed his eyes. Obviously neither man wanted their child entering his service too soon. That was no issue, he would be almighty anyways.

"Well, the Order, so very much like you, parents, uncles, aunts, family, that concept binds them so wholly, they'd defend their young to death," said Voldemort, toying with the idea.

"We'll destroy them and their young," cackled Dolohov, his thin face twisted in laughter.

"Why blast them to bits? Why not torture them?" asked Voldemort, his eyes alight with a chilling triumph.

"What do you mean my lord?" asked Crouch, leaning closer in the throng to be near his master.

"So many children within the Order, wouldn't it be nice to just take the children? Imagine, we take the children, raise them to hate their parents, and watch as they destroy their own family," said the Dark Lord, now having stood up. Apep shifted to raise his head and glare down at the assembled throng.

"My Lord!" breathed Bellatrix, "It is wonderful!"

"That is my mission for my loyal followers, capture children of a young age, related to the Order, and bring them to me. We will raise the very thing the Order values to be the source of their demise! Now go, and remember, those of you on missions are dismissed from complying! However, fail to bring me a child, and I'll take yours in return," said Voldemort, and with that, he disapparated, leaving a crowd of shaken and eager Death Eaters in his wake.

"You cannot be serious Lucius!" whispered Narcissa to her husband as they stood by the crib where their son, Draco, slept.

"I am Narcissa! What am I to do?" he whispered back hoarsely, the nightmare of the previous meeting running through his mind.

"A child? He wants you them to kidnap children related to the Order?" asked Narcissa, her eyes wide with shock.

"That, or hand over their own children, if it weren't for the fact that I am in charge of recruiting new followers, I'd be drafted as well," said Lucius, glancing at his son with fear. The baby's blond hair fell over his forehead, and his pudgy fist clung to a green blanket.

"Who will be amongst the kidnappers?" asked Narcissa, her gaze landing on her son as well.

"Bellatrix and Rodolphus, Rabastan, Crouch, Dolohov, and Mulciber I believe will be the ones to get the children, Nott too is free from this mission," said Lucius to his wife.

"They won't hand their children over easily," said Narcissa softly.

"The McKinnons are already dead anyways, that leaves the Bones, the Prewetts, The Potters, and the The Longbottoms who have children," said Lucius quietly.

"Not all the McKinnons are dead though," reminded Narcissa, "Selena McKinnon married the Lovegood son."

"I forgot, she's pregnant now isn't she?" asked Lucius.

"Just gave birth," said Narcissa. There was a heavy silence in the room as they both stared at their child, horrified at the Dark Lord's latest proposal.

"I'll keep you informed my dear," said Lucius to her, leaving to return to his work. Narcissa watched him go quietly, before glancing at her son again. She clenched her fist, nothing would happen to Draco while she was around.